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Daily Weirdness

My friend Carrie Blueberry uses this title as a tag. She also regularly takes exotic, beautiful portraits of her friends in the buff or close to it. I’m hoping that if I keep complimenting her that she’ll come to visit me so I can roll around naked in paint while she takes photos. That way when I strip down and blue myself it’s no longer weird, its art.

I’ve decided to start a new theme; Daily Weirdness Wednesdays, my weird is like love; there’s enough to go around, so I’m going to share it with you all.

First Daily Weirdness: It’s not Wednesday. However I think we can all agree that it’s Wednesday in our hearts. Or if that doesn’t work, you could pretend that you’re four and don’t care about concepts like days of the week because why would you when delicious foods like mashed banana sandwiches exist?

Second Daily Weirdness: When I’m at home, I enjoy tucking my over-sized pyjama pants into my socks while pretending that I am MC Hammer. Unfortunately I have zero clue what his music sounds like, so I make disjointed beat boxing noises that sound like a snake and a robot are trying to mate. We won’t even discuss what my dancing. Suffice to say I may be related to these guys.

My dance moves may have been compared to Gonzo’s, if he was snorting speed. (Photo Credit: hyperionpapers.com)

Third Daily Weirdness: I sing so loudly on my bike that drivers two cars ahead, turn in their seats to figure out what’s making all the racket. This is nothing compared to the sound effects I make while trying to accelerate as I cross an intersection.

Fourth Daily Weirdness : For a long time I didn’t shave my legs. And by a long time, I mean a REALLY LONG time. I used to delight in the feeling of the wind in my leg hair. Then I one morning I was possessed with the crazy desire to remove my protective fur covering. Only I stopped halfway through because shaving takes ages if it’s an annual event. The upside was that I removed the leg hair on the front of my calves so when I bike, it’s like I have imaginary “whoosh” lines behind me as the wind rushes past my remaining fur coat.